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bizarrelovetriangel · 3 months ago

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i g o t y o u.

a little angst but mostly fluff. the classic scenario of reader/mc geting hurt and them taking care of you.

sylus

You forced yourself to limp through the dark, misty and empty street, leaving a trail of blood on the ground that matches the stain on your partly torn shirt.

Just then, a crow flew over your head and it was followed by heavy footsteps manifesting from the shadows.

He stepped right in front of you and his red eyes, clouded with worry and anger, studied you carefully. His jaw clenched and his lips moved, yet he failed to voice a single one of the many thoughts that rushed to his head. The only set of words that made it out were...

"Who did this to you."

His voice was low and cold, yet terrifyingly calm.

"It's not that bad." you laughed, only to wince at the burning wound on your waist. "You should see the other guy."

It was as if you'd defused a bomb. One grin on your face and his gaze softens, though concern remains.

Sylus shakes his head and sighs, letting out half of the tension in his body.

"Good."

You took a step towards him, or at least tried to, but your injuries prevented you from doing so. A sharp sting struck your waist and your legs wavered.

Sylus caught you before your knees could hit the ground. One arm carefully wrapped around your chest, just underneath your arms so that he could support your weight without touching your wound.

"I got you, sweetie."

He didn't let you go until you reached your apartment. He quickly punched in the passcode to unlock your door, then he guided you to your couch.

"I'm going to wash up - "

"Stay there." It was a demand, but his tone was gentle. "You'd make it worse if you make anymore unnecessary movements, as a wise kitten likes to tell me."

There were a couple of times when Sylus' injuries wouldn't heal quickly, and you'd often make a fuss when he brushes them off, telling him that he'd make it worse. Now, it's your turn to be stubborn while he takes care of you.

Once he saw that your injury was a graze from a bullet, he gritted his teeth as his mind forces him to imagine you getting shot.

"Tell me what happened."

While you told him about your encounter with a criminal that's been messing with protocores as well as targetting hunters, Sylus cleaned up your wound as carefully as he could.

He'd given you medicine for pain relief, too, after wrapping your waist with elastic bandages. Last but not least, but probably the most effective relief treatment: a kiss on the forehead.

"Now, open up." He was spoon-feeding you some food now.

"....I can use my hands perfectly, you know." You waved your hands in front of him to prove your point.

He playfully nipped your fingers with his teeth. "This is a once in a life time service, so take it or leave it, kitten."

"Hmph. I'll take it." You gladly took the food before softening up to look at him sincerely. "Thanks for taking care of me, Sylus."

He patted your head with one hand. "Thank me by getting better fast so we can watch that movie we were supposed to see tonight."

"Okay."

"For the meantime, help me choose the best songs in this record."

You fell asleep at the sound of his singing voice, and the smile on your face almost made it seem as if you never faced an enemy that Sylus came close to tearing apart.

It was a good thing that you got the job done, he thought.

You really are his girl.

xavier

He didn't make it on time.

Once he heard you scream, he teleported to your location and yet he couldn't find you. The hazy protofield affected his vision, making it difficult to see anything at all. By the time he saw you, your right shoulder had already gotten scratched up.

The blood on your clothes made him freeze for a moment, then he pulled himself together and picked you up. He did his best to ignore your blood on his hands, blocking out all the negative thoughts and unwanted memories that took over his mind.

Luckily, it wasn't deep enough to cause permanent damage, though it would take at least a couple of days for you to properly move your shoulder without adding further injuries.

You were taken to the hospital, and Xavier stayed by your side the whole time; however, he didn't say much. You were accompanied by a doctor, nurses and fellow colleague the whole time so you never had chance to question him until you returned home.

"Xavier, will you please tell me what's wrong?" you asked as you found him spacing out in front of your plants. "You haven't said much ever since the mission ended."

"It's...." He took one glance at you and held back on keeping his feelings to himself. "I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you fast enough."

You vigorously shook your head. "Don't apologize! It was my own fault for being reckless. And besides, it was a brutal mission that got the best of us. Even you."

You gently brushed your fingers over the minor injury he got on the side of his forehead.

"I'm just glad that we're both okay."

Xavier nodded and nuzzled his cheek against your warm hand. "Yeah. Me too." He instantly melted against your touch and almost made the mistake of burying his face between your neck and shoulder, but the bandages covering your skin made him jump away.

You looked at him with confusion as he pouted.

"What is it?"

"...nothing...." For as long as you're recovering, he won't get to nuzzle his face or kiss you anywhere near your shoulders, including a part of your neck.

The problem? He loves doing that. A lot.

"We need to get you healed up quickly." he declares like it's his own personal mission. "Let's start with food! You need to eat well so your body can get the nutrients needed to help you recover faster!"

He immediately goes to the stove and turns it on without even knowing what he's going to be cooking.

"Ahahaha.... maybe we should order takeout this time!" you exclaimed, turning off the stove and guiding him back to the living room. "After all, you're also injured. I don't want to make you do any hard work."

"Huh? But my arms are fine. It's just my head - "

"How about ramen?"

His eyes lit up brightly. "And karaage, please."

Xavier's next plan to help you heal quicker is: reading you aloud one of your favorite comics.

According to his logic, if you don't move your shoulders and arms to turn the pages of the book, you won't irritate your tissues and muscles and you'll get better faster.

"And he said, 'Dont worry, I'm the strongest.'" You can tell he didn't understand what was going on in that comic at all.

Not even ten minutes later, his eyes closed and the book fell from his hands and to the mattress of the bed. He rested a side of his face on the top of your head and his soft snores became a signal for you to turn off the lights.

No doubt about it, Xavier just being there will make you heal faster.

zayne

Zayne lost his composure the second you showed up at Akso Hospital with a sprained wrist. Not only that, but you were laughing at something Yvonne was saying, as if you didn't have specks of blood on your uniform.

When Yvonne saw him entering your room and caught the look on his face, she gave him a nervous smile. "Doctor Zayne..."

You beamed at him and had the nerve to wave your hand with the sprained wrist at him. "Hi, Zayne!"

"You...." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Even though I've gotten used to you dropping by with random injuries, that doesn't mean I can start brushing them off like you do."

"What? You mean this?" You eyed your reddening wrist. "It's really nothing! Tara insisted I get it checked, but I feel fine! I just had a mean brawl with a Wanderer, that's all."

Yvonne told Zayne, "She already took the necessary tests upon her arival. We're just waiting for her results." After he nodded in response, she left the room to give you two some privacy.

Zayne took a moment to scan your figure from head to toe, identifying what injuries you've gotten this time.

Fortunately, nothing looks too bad other than your wrist. He spotted minor injuries on your arms and face, so he'll make sure to carefully analyze your results for those areas too.

"Are you feeling any pain? If so, how bad is it?"

"Just some pain on my wrist. I can still use it just fine. See?" To demonstrate, you rotated your wrist and waved your fingers right in front of his face.

Zayne caught your hand and locked his fingers with yours to stop your movements. "You might make it worse."

He didn't let go of your hand after his statement. Instead, he held it against his chest while he gave you a stern look.

"Be more careful next time." he sighs at his own words. "Even if I say that, you'll still find a way to show up here and scare me." Zayne patted your head with his free hand. "I don't mind if you spontaneously drop by, though I'd prefer if you're not hurt at all."

You flashed him a smile. "I'm sorry. I really was cautious this time. It's just that that specific Wanderer was quite stubborn."

"That makes two of you." he chuckles before releasing your hand just in time for Yvonne to return with a clipboard.

"Here are some of your results."

The good news is your injury is mild and you received no serious damage from your mission. The bad news is, you still have to wait for a while to get your other results that are more time-consuming to get.

Well, to most people, it would be bad news. For you, you absolutely did not mind being at the hospital for a little longer. Anyways, you've been excused from your job for the rest of the day and tomorrow, so you had no place important to be in at the moment.

Especially not when there's a handsome doctor that's taking good care of you.

"Eat this cookie from the vending machine. It'll give you some energy."

Fifteen minutes later, he comes back with strawberry milk tea.

"I got this from the cafe. I thought you might enjoy it while you wait."

He got caught red-handed by Yvonne. "Doctor Zayne! Stop stealing my job." she jokes. "She's under my watch for now. I'll take good care of her, I swear."

Zayne's ears turns red. "Alright. I'll leave you to it." You enjoyed the way he awkwardly walked away, pretending to look busy all of a sudden.

He really is too cute for his own good and he has absolutely no idea how easy it is for him to make you smile like a lovesick idiot.

After another twenty minutes, the very moment Yvonne stepped outside to check on other patients, Zayne returns with more snacks.

"....I just happened to pass by the cafeteria again, that's all. I thought you'd like have something to fill your stomach since you might be getting hungry."

"Thank you, Zayne~"

You suppressed a laugh when Yvonne came back and caught him again.

But he didn't have to keep sneaking inside for long because you were finally free to go after clearing your test results and receiving all necessary treatments.

It just so happens that Zayne will be coming off work in just a couple of hours.

"Maybe you should stay around for a little longer." Zayne suggests, hands going up to fiddle with his tie. "Just in case any of your injuries starts acting up."

"Well, I can't deny doctor's orders, can't I?" you grinned, causing the corners of his lips to twitch up as well. "Where should I wait? The cafeteria?"

He took your uninjured wrist and kissed the back of your hand. "My office."

rafayel

You had accompanied Rafayel on a shady business trip (which was beneficial for you both) when a Wanderer showed up out of the blue and the people that arranged the meeting were nowhere to be found.

You and Rafayel fought side-by-side to get rid of the threat. While you sucessfully defeated the Wanderer, a surprise attack came from behind Rafayel.

You pushed him out of the way and took his spot when a knife that was meant to go through your chest was deflected and it sank to your right forearm instead.

Despite blood gushing from your flesh, you kept your arm steady as you shot a bullet from your gun, perfectly hitting the stabber before they could run away.

Rafayel gasped and weakly called out your name before moving towards you as the ground you stood on became painted in bright red blood.

"I'm fine." you told him reassuringly. "We need to get those guys and have them locked up. I just need to -"

The last thing you heard was Rafayel calling out your name before you lost consciousness. Once you woke up, you're back in Rafayel's house.

You're lying on his bed all alone. Your arm has been treated and wrapped in bandages, and you could feel pain radiating around the wound, though it was nothing that you haven't dealt with before.

"Miss bodyguard, don't get up!" Rafayel rushed to your side with a tray containing some food. "You might hurt yourself!"

You looked at him with amusement. "I appreciate the concern, truly, but only my right arm is injured. The rest of my body is okay, I can move just fine."

"But still!"

You glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it's almost midnight. The whole incident occurred around seven-thirty, so you were out for several hours.

During that time, Rafayel must've taken you to the hospital to treat you, then had you brought back to his place. If you'd regained consciousness for some time in-between, you couldn't recall.

"Anyways, I was just about to wake you up though because I know you haven't eaten anything since our brunch date before the meeting."

Rafayel carefully put the tray by the nightstand.

"I ordered takeout, but I made the soup by myself!"

It looked like a typical creamy soup, though you could smell seafood and it certainly had you feeling hungry.

Also, since Rafayel looked so proud of his soup, you'd probably eat it even if your stomach wasn't in the mood for it.

"Alright, I'll dig in. Thank you for the food!"

"Wait, no!" Rafayel stopped you just as you started to move your arms. "You can't use your arms! That's what the doctor said! So I'll feed you instead."

"...but only one of my arm is - " Rafayel didn't waste another second in feeding you a spoonful of his soup.

it was hot.

but it was delicious.

"It's so good!"

Although he looked proud of it earlier, he now wore a shy expression on his face, with his red ears being the biggest giveaway.

His eyes then shifted to the bowl of soup as he started to stir it with the spoon.

"It was the least I could do for you for saving me."

You smiled and patted his head. "I am your bodyguard, after all. Don't worry about it." As a response, he gave you a small smile. "Now, feed me more."

"Of course, cutie~"

Rafayel treated you as if you have a flu, but you weren't complaning. He was being so sweet and caring, you can tell he really was trying to make up for what happened.

Once every while, his eyes would go to your right arm, and you'd notice the way his lips would curl into a frown, just for a moment.

Mostly, he wants to keep the mood light, so he wore a wide smile just so you can match it. And with all the effort he's giving into taking care of you, how could you not?

He peppered your arms, hands, and face with kisses because he said they'd help you heal faster.

He even insisted on helping you out with your night time bathroom routines, but you promised him you'll only use your good arm and that you'll be extremely careful.

It was no easy task, but you were able to do everything just fine as long as you took your time with every action.

You expected Rafayel to be asleep already once you came out of the bathroom, but he's still wide awake on the bed, trying to find something to watch on the TV.

"What's this?" he asked, seeing the last watched media on your history. "A romantic TV series?"

It was one of your favorite drama shows that you've been rewatching lately.

"Yeah." You joined him on the bed and he automatically covers you with the blanket that he's using.

"Is this the show that you were talking to Talia about? The one with the supposedly 'hot' male lead?"

".....yes...."

He scoffs. "I bet he's not even that good looking. Let me see."

"You want to watch it?"

"Yes, but only so I can make fun of your bad taste in men."

"....."

"...particularly human ones." he added. "because we both know you have a good eye for fishies."

"Sure."

You two watched the show from the beginning, and Rafayel did not hold back on the comments. They only made you laugh, so you didn't mind it at all.

Especially since, by the end of the first episode, you could tell he already became interested in the plot.

"Is she really going to see him? Even if he's so mean and lame? Her friend seems way better. Also, her mom's never going to approve."

"Mhmm." You didn't want to spoil anything so you kept your answers to a minimum and just let the next episode start instead.

Three episodes later, you realized that Rafayel had stolen your pillow and put it on his back, sitting up higher so he could get a better look at the screen.

The episode was showing something dramatic and intense, he couldn't help but fix his posture so he could pay attention better.

"I thought you're babying me tonight. Why are you taking all the pillows?"

"I'm your pillow, cutie." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and forced you to lay down on his chest. "Now shhhh. She's about to slap him so gooood, I need to hear the crisp."

He was so warm and comfortable, you ended up falling asleep while he stayed up to keep watching.

caleb

"- and then I had this spicy food for dinner with Simone -"

"Move your camera farther."

"What?"

Through the video call on your phone, Caleb narrowed his eyes. "Pip-squeak, I know you're hiding something. Your voice is lacking its usual energy, you're wincing at every minute, and you're way too close to the camera. You know I'll never complain about seeing your face up close, but you never put it this close before."

He was the smartest student in his classes for a reason. Also, he knows you better than anybody. Of course he'd notice something is off.

"It's nothing, really. Just a little scratch. anyways-"

"Really? let me see it, then."

You sighed in defeat and zoomed out the camera so the screen can capture your entire figure sitting on your bed, revealing your left knee that's currently being supported by a white knee brace.

Caleb was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "Can you still move around?"

"Yeah! It hurts a little, but I can move! It'll heal in no time, so - "

"Stay inside your apartment and try not to do any heavy work. I'll see you soon, Pip-squeak."

"Okay - wait what?!"

You then faced a black screen that informed you that your video call has ended.

"Caleb?!"

You were woke up at seven in the morning by the alluring smell of breakfast food.

"...no way...."

The very second you sat up, you heard footsteps coming towards you and soon you were face to face with Caleb.

"Good morning, Pip-squeak." He ruffled your hair and laughed at the results.

"I can't believe you came all the way here all of a sudden! If it's because of my knee, I'm fine. It's not a big deal."

He nodded. "It doesn't seem that serious, which is good. But you have a history of worsening some of your injuries back then because you'd move around so much, thinking it won't be any harm. I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen again."

You can't even be mad at him for always caring about you. "You're right. Sorry for making you come here so suddenly."

"No need to apologize. Anyway, since you're up already, it's time to go eat! Come on!"

You let out a squeak as Caleb suddenly carried you, with one arm carefully placed under your legs and the other supporting your back.

"Caleb! I can still walk!"

"And I can carry you, so I'm doing that."

He brought you to the kitchen and sat you down on a chair. A plate full of warm food is already waiting for you.

"When did you get here?"

"Around four in the morning."

It's way too early for you to try and figure out how it was possible to travel so quickly from Skyhaven to Linkon, so you made no comment about it.

As you started eating, Caleb knelt down on one knee next to you. He observed your knee brace for a moment before taking it off.

"What are you doing?"

He gave you a grin as he held up a newly bought knee brace, still in its package. "I got you a better one that'll speed up your recovery. I've had a knee injury before too when I was at the Academy, and this is what I used. Healed me in no time."

"You injured your knee before?! When?!" you gasped, using your right index finger to poke his forehead. "Why didn't you tell me and grandma?!"

He chuckled. "Because you would've done the same thing I did. You'd go over there and make a fuss. I wouldn't have minded it, but you would've been quite a distraction."

Distraction not only for him, but for other the guys in the academy, too. Sure, a lot of his friends already knew who you were and they really believed you were already his girlfriend due to all the times you'd pretend to be a couple.

Still, knowing how they acted, they'd be stealing your attention, which he prefers to be kept all to himself.

Besides, he wouldn't want you to travel far just to take care of him. He prefers to go to you. It doesn't matter where you are, or how far the distance between you two is. He'll always come to you.

"And grandma would be scolding me while you copy her expressions while standing next to her." Caleb continues, smiling as he recalled some memories of him getting scolded after getting hurt. "I would've gotten the double-disappointed glares."

Caleb took off the white knee brace that the hospital put on you. His eyes lingered on your knee for a moment and gently brushed his fingers against your skin. Then, he gave your knee a quick kiss.

You tilted your head as you looked at him curiously, holding back a smile.

"You know when people say, 'Kiss it and make it better'? It actually has some logic to it."

"Really?"

As Caleb puts on the red knee brace that he got for you, he explains. "Firstly: saliva has healing properties, so it really does help small wounds recover faster. Secondly: kissing in general induces hormones that relieves stress and brings relief and happiness, which overall is good for a healthy healing body."

"Spoken like a true nerd."

Caleb pressed your cheeks with only one hand. "And this nerd's going to make sure you heal very quickly."

He dives in to kiss your lips.

Again and again and again.

And just when you were ready for a deeper and longer kiss, he pulls away and goes back to the stove to cook some more.

"To do that, I'll make sure you eat all your food, including your fruits and vegetables so that your body can be healthy and recover fast."

You wanted to throw an apple at the back of his head, but you know with past experience that never works out well. Even without his evol, he somehow always knows and catches it.

You also quickly lost your motivation to hit him for teasing you because when you look down at the brace on your knee, there was a small doodle of an ugly smiley face on it.

Caleb smirked, scooting a chair right next to you before sitting down to join you for breakfast.

"If you want that gone, you better do your best in recovering fast. Otherwise, you'd be stuck with it, along with me and my special healing methods. Or maybe....." He leans his face close to you and his lips hovered yours but doesn't make contact with them at all. "Or maybe it can be your reward for when you get better. What do you think, pip-squeak?"

Maybe you do want to throw an apple at him.

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sodacowboy · 2 years ago

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do they make leggings for knee support/bracing??

#because jfc I have thick thighs!!!!#these god damned elastic wraps Do Not stay up!!!#nor are the ones available to me long enough #like bro how am I supposed to do an anchor loop when that’s a fourth of the entire length of the bandage????#ugh #that’s why I want leggings or shorts #let my hips to the holding so I can get some actual support #anyway

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months ago

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Part of the Job: Jack Abbott x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @gabsgabsvaz @yousigned-upforthis @flyinglama @cosmic-psychickitty

Companion piece to:

The Asshole King

Masochist

Seven Shades of Fucked Up (NSFW)

Jack does not like other people touching his wife.

He does not like people hurting his wife.

He does not like them biting her which is why he’s trying really fucking hard not to turn feral when he hears about the incident that occurred in South 19, the one that’s left you needing stitches and a tetanus shot.

“The patient was in the throes of a psychotic break,” he’s told by his med student when he exits North 3 stripping off the plastic covering that’s smeared with blood from the stabbing victim he’s just brought back from the dead. “She stepped in to help with the assessment.”

“Where is she?” He hisses at the poor minion and she points him to South 14. He steps inside, pulling back the curtain to reveal your bare ass on full display as an R3 holds a syringe in his hand. Jack’s gaze strays to the neat bandage on your forearm as the R3 freezes.

“Get out.” He says in a dark tone and the kid doesn’t think twice about setting the needle back down on the tray and skedaddling.

“That was mean.” You tell him, glancing over your shoulder at him and he raises his eyes to the heavens because he fucked you in this position last night, right over the kitchen table and it’s giving him very inappropriate flash backs.

He sits himself down on the wheely stool before picking up the unused antiseptic wipe, tearing open before he uses it to cleanse the injection site.

“He forgot to clean the spot.” He tells you as he picks up the syringe. “It was warranted.”

“Jack…” You chide and he pauses before he places the needle against your skin. “That’s no reason to be – MOTHERFUCKER.”

Your curse word rings through the bay as he sets the empty syringe down on the metal tray before placing a chaste kiss above the injection site.

“All done.” He says, his fingers hooking on the elastic of your underwear and scrubs, drawing them back up over your ass. You turn to face him and his hands come to rest on your hips, squeezing lightly as he tilts his head back to look into your eyes.

“I don’t know how to make this better.” He tells you because the truth is it’s not going to get better.

Female hospital workers are 64% more likely to get assaulted than their male counterparts. Having it hit this close to home it wounds him, it tears apart the very fabric of his being.

The edges of your mouth tip up into a sad smile because you know the stats too. It doesn’t stop you helping people, it doesn’t stop you treating them with the upmost respect.

“You can say I love you Faye. I’m sorry I jabbed you in the ass when you weren’t expecting it.” You says, your fingertips chasing over his grizzled cheek.

“I love you Faye.” He responds. “But I’m not going to apologise for jabbing you in the ass because we both know how people tense up when they’re expecting the needle.”

You pout and that mouth, he can’t help but raise to his feet and kiss it. His palm comes to rest on the nape of your neck, his thumb ghosting along the line of your jaw as he kisses you with a tenderness you feel deep down in the depths of your bones.

“I’m ok.” You promise him, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “It’s just part of the job right?”

“Yea.” He says, his heart breaking at the resignation in your voice. “It really fucking is.”

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digital-grim · 20 days ago

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Ever wondered what this image means? Or just curious about the layers of skin on your body? And to make it worth your while I'll cover how to treat the wounds

First we have the epidermis which is also known as the 'Cat Scratch' layer. The Epidermis is also the outer Barrier which is the outermost layer of the skin. It acts as the body’s first line of defense against bacteria, viruses, UV rays, and dehydration.

Some key features of this layer are: made of stratified squamous epithelium, Avascular, (contains no blood vessels) Constantly regenerates every 28-40 days, Composed of five sublayers (from deepest to outermost): Stratum basale – where new skin cells are produced.

Stratum spinosum – strengthens skin through keratin production.

Stratum granulosum – cells start to die, forming a waterproof barrier.

Stratum lucidum – found only in thick skin (palms, soles).

Stratum corneum – layers of dead keratinized cells.

And finally the important cells of this layer: Keratinocytes (produce keratin)

Melanocytes (produce melanin for pigment)

Langerhans cells (immune response)

Merkel cells (touch sensation)

Next we have The Dermis also known as the Styro/foam layer

Beneath the epidermis lies the dermis, a thicker layer that provides strength and elasticity.

The structure of this layer is divided up into two regions: Papillary layer (upper): loose connective tissue, capillaries, and sensory neurons, and the Reticular layer (lower): dense connective tissue, collagen, and elastin fibers.

The function for these two layers Houses blood vessels, hair follicles, sweat glands, sebaceous glands, and nerve endings. Thermoregulation, sensation, and wound healing happen here.

Now we have the 'Beans' layer which is called The Hypodermis (Subcutaneous Layer) The hypodermis, also known as the subcutaneous tissue, is the innermost layer of the skin, which is made of loose connective tissue and fat cells (adipocytes).

The functions of this layer Insulates the body and maintains core temperature, Cushions internal organs, Stores energy as fat, Connects skin to underlying muscles and bones.

Fun Fact:

The thickness of skin varies depending on the location—it's thickest on the palms and soles (up to 4 mm) and thinnest on the eyelids (around 0.5 mm).

Finally the Laffy Taffy and bedrock layers are simply muscle and bone. Now I'm going to move on to what everyone is waiting for and that is

what happens when each layer is cut and how to treat the wound

Cut to the Epidermis (Superficial Wound)

➤ What Happens:

Only the top layer of skin is damaged. Minimal bleeding or none at all. May sting or look red. Example: light scratch, razor nick.

➤ Healing & Treatment:

The body quickly begins regeneration of skin cells from the stratum basale.

Usually heals in 3–7 days without scarring.

Clean the area, apply antibiotic ointment, and bandage if needed.

Cut to the Dermis (Partial-Thickness Wound)

➤ What Happens: Bleeding occurs due to blood vessels in the dermis. Pain, redness, and inflammation. Possible exposure of nerve endings, causing sensitivity.

Example: deeper knife cuts, second-degree burns.

➤ Healing & Treatment:

May take 1–3 weeks depending on depth.

Wound must be kept clean and moist to prevent infection.

May require stitches, antibiotics, and regular dressing changes.

Skin may scar depending on healing and depth.

Cut to the Hypodermis (Full-Thickness Wound)

➤ What Happens: Deep wound cuts through all skin layers. Exposure of fat tissue; bleeding can be profuse. Risk of infection is higher.

Example: puncture wounds, lacerations, animal bites.

➤ Healing & Treatment:

Professional medical attention required.

Usually needs stitches or even surgical intervention.

May require tetanus shot or oral antibiotics.

Heals slower, and scarring is likely.

Cut into Muscle Tissue

➤ What Happens: Muscle fibers are damaged—can cause weakness, limited mobility, or muscle spasms.Deep bleeding, swelling, bruising.Risk of nerve or tendon damage if injury is severe.

➤ Healing & Treatment:

Requires stitches or even surgical repair if muscle is torn.

Long healing period (weeks to months).

May involve physical therapy to regain strength and function.

Pain management with medication.

Injury to the Bone (Open or Compound Fracture)

➤ What Happens: Bone is fractured and exposed through the skin. Extreme pain, bleeding, and high risk of infection. Can damage surrounding nerves, muscles, and vessels.

➤ Healing & Treatment:

Emergency medical care is critical.

Often requires surgery, including:

Bone realignment (reduction)

Metal rods, plates, or screws (internal fixation)

Antibiotics, wound care, and immobilization (cast or brace).

Healing may take 6–12 weeks or longer.

My final notes:

Always seek medical attention for deep wounds, uncontrollable bleeding, or exposed tissue.

Proper wound care prevents infection and supports faster recovery.

Healing varies based on age, health, nutrition, and injury type.

And always remember to take proper care of yourself <3

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whorediaries-09 · 9 months ago

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Sirius Black with a breeding kink where he goes 'spread your legs wider.' ???? For kinktober!!!

hello i'm foaming at the mouth??

i'll hold my breath;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, mentions of injury. a/n- i wrote this with older sirius in mind. ya'll can think whatever you want to.

prompt- breeding + 'spread your legs wider'

the diner. kinkotober masterlist. kinkotober rules

it feels like there's no one in the world. it feels like the world is silent. and you appreciate it. you don't want this moment to be gone. you want to stay in this state forever, his arm wrapped around you. his touch serene. the touch that lingers, crawls under your skin. it kisses your soul from the inside.

it's intimate.

he's got you as close as humanly possible. you like to think it's because he doesn't want to lose you. and maybe it's true. you had seen the sheer panic in his eyes when you'd knocked at his door, bloodied, defeated and escaped from endless hours of copious torture from your captivators.

he held you as you cried. he held you, bandaging up your wounds. his usually stable hands shaking as they held you. he kissed you for the first time. he told you he was afraid of losing you.

you'd held his hand, nudging his forehead with yours, breathing heavy against his mouth. you told him that he wasn't going to lose you anytime soon. you intended to stay.

he told you he loved you. he told you he loves you.

you drew circles on his cold palm. truth be told, the idea of losing him was just as haunting. the idea that you could've lost him before you even had him haunted you. you needed to feel that he'd be by your side. you needed to know that you weren't going to lose him anytime soon.

you turned around under the sheets, cupping his face with your bandaged hand. you stared at his pale, porcelain skin. the stubble on his cheeks. the soft dimple on his left cheek. under the glow of the shattered moonlight you saw him glow.

'sirius,' you whispered, the sudden covet too deep. you yearned for him, you yearned for his assurance. that he was there. that he was going to be there. that you weren't going to lose him anytime, ever.

his eyelashes fluttered before he opened his eyelids.

'yes, my love? are you hurt?' he asked, feeling the coarse fabric of the bandage with his fingers.

'no,' you said. you weren't. how could you be? he was finally yours. but you needed to know he was yours.

'i just...' you sighed, stopping mid-way.

'yes?' he asked, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. you couldn't say it. no. you needed to spell it out on his lips. so, you kissed him.

furious. hot. like a starved person. desire fueled inside you as you kissed him hard and deep. as you felt the notes of malt whiskey on his tongue. the scent of his aftershave and the cigarettes he smoked on his breathe. the slender fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. not like the first time you'd kissed him earlier in the night.

he pulls away, gasping for breath. in the iridescent light, he sees your swollen lips. he feels a warmth rush down to his nether regions. it feels like a incentive. but he's not sure. he decides to test the waters by running his fingers down your waist. you shiver. his touch is cold.

but you like the cold. you like the contradictory feel of your warm skin against his cold one. you almost beg for it. it's comforting. it's the beginning of something you know you want.

then, like the snap of a finger, he's straddling you. and sliding his t-shirt up, as he's kissing you. you feel his erection grow, hot and big as you touch him. you're trailing your fingers down his sides. his breathing goes erratic. his lips are all over your heated skin, kissing every portion it possibly can.

his fingers trail down to the elastic of your shorts. he's pulling them down. but you're shy. even though you're bucking your hips, telling him to touch him, you're shy. you've got your thighs pushed together.

he sits between your calves, holding his cock in his hand.

'spread your legs wider,' he says, voice stern. it's not a request. it's an order. as if he knows what you want. as if he knows that you crave him. as if he knows he's been your drug even before he'd been yours. but the truth was, he'd always been yours. you whimper under his stare. he slides his finger between your inner thigh, softly pinching the skin.

you jerk open your legs for him, barring your wet, aroused core. it's vulnerable. it's intimate. he slides between your legs, lining his cock with your cunt. he gasps, pushing into you. it's a wonderful burning stretch that you feel as he slides into you. as if you'd been waiting for this your whole life.

but you're greedy. you want more.

you pull him closer by his neck, as he pushes himself deep, so deep. he gasps, a broken moan escaping his lips. you smile, pulling him closer.

'fuck,' you whimper. he stays. you feel him like the way you'd always wanted to. you're never going to lose him.

he pulls himself out, before pushing himself into you again.

'what a pretty cunt,' he says, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling you closer. your sweaty chests touch, and he buries his neck within the nape of your neck.

'thought i'd almost lost you tonight, sweetheart,' he says, thrusting, more erratic with each passing minute. it's as if he's trying to get out all those years' frustration he couldn't feel, touch you, hiding behind the veil of friendships.

'you're never going to lose me,' you manage out. you feel him so deep into you. it's as if he's always belonged there. 'i thought i was going to lose you before i could ever have you,'

the tip of his cock touches your g-spot and you're seeing stars. your toes curl. your breathe eradicates. your chest heaves as he thrusts and fucks you, stimulating the core tightening of your orgasm. your walls flutter around him. your nails dig into his inked back.

'fuck,' he groans, feeling you gripping him tight. 'gonna cum sweetheart?' he asks. your eyes shed tears of pleasure.

'y-yes, sirius, right there,' you say, chained with profanities and his name as your orgasm breaks away from your body and onto his stomach.

he fucks you through your release, his own thrusts growing sloppy. he grips your chin, maintaining eye-contact with you.

'i'm gonna fuck my babies into you, darling,' he says. you nod vigorously.

'and you-' he moans, biting his lip, as your walls clench around him at his words, 'you're going to look me in my fucking eyes as i do so,' he manages out.

he releases thick, hot ropes of cum into you. you feel it filling you up, satiated. he doesn't pull out. you feel him soften inside you. he kisses you.

'you're gonna look so pretty with your stomach swelled up with my babies,'

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m30wk1ttycat · 6 months ago

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Daisuke x reader... Please... 🙏

*dies*

i gotchu, anon 🙏

daisuke x anya's intern!reader; pre-crash; not-so-minor injury (no stitches tho) summary: daisuke gets injured on purpose, just so you would tend to his injuries.

"this is, like, the sixth time this week," you scolded as you cleaned up the gash on his upper arm. apparently, he wasn't looking and bumped into something in the utility room, cutting his arm open in the process.

he winced. "yeah, so?"

"it's monday."

"oh! right."

silence; you continued tending to the injury. "sorry 'bout that..," he eventually said.

you sighed, extending your arm to grab the roll of elastic bandage right next to the brunet, placed on top of the medical cot he was sitting on. "just try to be more careful. we'll be out of bandages within a month if these accidents keep happening - and there's still eight months left of transport. who knows what we might need 'em for in the future."

"i know, i know! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to. you know that, y/n!" he frowned, as if betrayed you'd ever think he'd do something like this on purpose. which he would and just did, but you didn't need to know that - and neither did anya, who'd probably give him a 40 minute long scolding about how he shouldn't do things like this to get your attention.

"i didn't say you meant to do it, daisuke. i'm just saying you should be more careful." you paused and lifted your head up. "and stay still."

"i am staying still," he insisted.

a sharp intake of breath when you tightened the bandage. he bit the inside of his cheek; "mmngh.."

"sorry 'bout that," you murmured. the "mm," his only answer to your apology, was something that you'd grown used to after all the times - too many times - you've tended to him.

"all done!"

he moved his arm, rolled his shoulder, flexed. as if to test out how moving it would feel - also something he always did, a habit of his whenever you'd finish patching him up you noticed. "thanks, y/n! you're so, so, super awesome, thanks so much. you're a lifesaver - genuinely, no joke!"

you blinked.

he stiffened. did he say too much? no response surely meant that he said too much-

"i'm not that awesome, calm down." you chuckled.

"no, but, like, you totally are! i could never do what you do." you could already tell a ramble was brewing just by how his voice sounded. the excitement in his tone was telling - or maybe you just knew him too well? "how are you so good at this? the medical stuff, i mean. tending to people and stuff. dealing with blood. i mean, i get super duper queasy at the sight of blood - found that out after i pulled out my own tooth in third grade. traumatizing experience, i tell ya."

you clicked your tongue, contemplating your next words; "i dunno. i study a lot?"

"nerd."

"i prefer 'dedicated', thank you."

"is this you admitting that you are a nerd?"

"no-"

"okay, nerd."

you glared at him.

"okay, okay." he held his hands up defensively. "i'm going now-" standing up, he began to slowly walk away. slow, small steps. "-see?"

finally, when he was at the door: "bye, y/n!!"

"bye, daisuke."

once he was gone, a murmur from you: "dumbass.."

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kiss you on the knee (before the bruises fade)

wayne's vetting process hit 1000 kudos (my first ever fic to do so) so here's a fic i've had written up for a while as a treat. (physical hurt/comfort, body worship, intimacy)

The mission had gone sideways in a way that only their missions could—what was supposed to be a simple surveillance operation had devolved into a confrontation with not one but three separate criminal organizations. By the time they'd finally made it back to Jason's safehouse, both of them were exhausted and nursing various injuries.

Jason had fared better than Peter, protected as he was by his armor. Peter's suit, while technologically advanced, prioritized mobility over protection. The result was Peter limping through the window, holding his side and sporting a bruise blooming across his jaw that was visible even through his mask.

"You look like hell," Jason observed, already pulling off his helmet and reaching for the first aid kit he kept fully stocked.

"You say the sweetest things," Peter quipped, wincing as he peeled off his mask. "I think the Triads and the Russians should consider couple's counseling instead of using me as their personal punching bag."

Jason's eyes narrowed as he took in the full extent of the discoloration spreading across Peter's face. "Let me see the rest."

"It's fine, just some bruising. Nothing's broken," Peter insisted, though the careful way he moved suggested otherwise.

"Parker," Jason said, using that tone that brooked no argument. "Suit. Off. Now."

Peter sighed but complied, slowly unzipping the top of his suit and gingerly pulling it down to his waist. Jason sucked in a breath at what was revealed—a patchwork of bruises in various shapes and colors decorated Peter's torso, with a particularly nasty one blooming across his ribs on the left side.

"Jesus, Pete," Jason muttered, crossing the room in three quick strides. His fingers hovered over the worst of the bruising, not quite touching. "What happened to your spider-sense?"

"Too many threats coming from too many directions," Peter explained with a half-shrug that he immediately seemed to regret. "Couldn't dodge everything."

Jason guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt in front of him to better examine the damage. Peter's skin was warm under his touch as he gently probed the edges of the largest bruise.

"Doesn't feel like the ribs are broken," Jason said after a moment. "But we should tape them to be safe."

"Told you," Peter said, attempting a smug smile that fell short due to the wince it caused. "Enhanced healing, remember? I'll be fine by morning."

Jason didn't respond immediately, too focused on cataloging each mark marring Peter's skin. A fist-sized bruise on his sternum. A scatter of smaller contusions along his right side, likely from being thrown against something. The darkening smudge across his abdomen that matched the tread of a boot.

Something cold and furious settled in Jason's gut at that last one. Someone had stomped on Peter hard enough to leave a boot print.

"You should see the other guys," Peter joked weakly, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

"I did," Jason replied, his voice low and tight. "None of them look as bad as you do."

Peter reached out, tipping Jason's chin up to meet his eyes. "Hey. I'm okay, Jay. Really."

Jason held his gaze for a long moment before nodding once, sharp and decisive. "Stay put," he ordered, rising to his feet. "I'm getting supplies."

He returned moments later with the first aid kit, ice packs, and a bottle of water. Setting everything on the nightstand, he opened the kit and began methodically laying out what he needed.

"Arms up," he instructed, unrolling an elastic bandage.

Peter complied, lifting his arms slowly, face tight with discomfort. Jason worked quickly but gently, wrapping the bandage around Peter's ribs with practiced efficiency.

"Not too tight?" he asked when he was done.

Peter took an experimental breath. "No, it's good. Thanks."

Jason nodded, then hesitated for a moment before reaching for Peter's suit again. "Let's get the rest of this off and check for more damage."

Peter raised an eyebrow but didn't protest as Jason helped him wriggle out of the lower half of the suit, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. The examination continued, Jason's hands carefully checking Peter's legs for injuries.

There were more bruises—a large one on his right thigh, another on his left hip, a scattering of smaller ones across his knees and shins. Jason's jaw tightened at each new discovery, but he said nothing, just continued his methodical inspection.

When he was satisfied that there were no serious injuries beyond the extensive bruising, Jason sat back on his heels, looking up at Peter with an expression that Peter couldn't quite interpret.

"Verdict, doc?" Peter asked lightly.

Instead of answering, Jason leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to the bruise on Peter's right knee—a feather-light touch, barely there.

Peter went very still. "Jay?"

Jason didn't respond, just moved to the next bruise on Peter's thigh, placing another soft kiss against the discolored skin. His hands came to rest on either side of Peter's knee, steadying himself as he worked his way up, lips grazing over each mark he found.

"You don't have to—" Peter began, but fell silent when Jason looked up at him, something raw and vulnerable in his eyes.

"I want to," Jason said simply, before returning to his task.

There was nothing sexual about it, despite the intimacy of the position. Rather, there was something almost reverent in the way Jason's lips brushed over each bruise—a kind of worship, an apology, a promise.

When he reached the boot print on Peter's abdomen, Jason paused, his breath warm against Peter's skin. His hands came up to frame the bruise, thumbs tracing its edges with a gentleness that made Peter's throat tight.

"I should have been there sooner," Jason murmured, so quietly Peter almost didn't hear him.

"You were exactly where you needed to be," Peter countered, one hand coming to rest on Jason's head, fingers threading through his hair. "If you hadn't taken out their reinforcements, we both would have been a lot worse off."

Jason didn't look convinced, but he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the center of the boot print, lingering there as if he could somehow take the pain into himself. Peter felt something in his chest flutter at the gesture.

"You're remarkable," Jason said against his skin, the words vibrating through Peter's body. "So damn strong, but you don't have to be all the time. Not with me."

Peter swallowed hard, emotion welling up unexpectedly. "I know."

Jason continued his journey upward, lips ghosting over the bruises along Peter's side, across his ribs, up to his chest. With each kiss, he murmured something—words of praise, of admiration, sometimes just Peter's name.

"Beautiful," he whispered against a particularly dark bruise on Peter's collarbone. "Brave," against another on his shoulder. "Mine," against the one on his jaw.

By the time Jason had kissed every visible bruise, Peter's eyes were suspiciously bright, and his hands were trembling slightly where they rested on Jason's shoulders.

"Finished?" he asked, aiming for light and missing by a mile, his voice rough with emotion.

Jason shook his head, rising from his knees to sit beside Peter on the bed. "Missed one," he said, gently turning Peter's face to press a final, tender kiss to the bruise on his jaw.

When he pulled back, he kept his hand on Peter's face, thumb stroking along his cheekbone. "You scared the hell out of me today."

Peter leaned into the touch. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize for doing your job," Jason said firmly. "Just... be more careful."

"Says the guy who once jumped off a building because he ran out of bullets and decided grappling onto a moving helicopter was the next best option," Peter retorted, though there was no heat in it.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Jason's mouth. "That was different."

"How?"

"It wasn't you," Jason said simply.

The words hung between them, heavy with meaning. Peter blinked, momentarily speechless, before a slow smile spread across his face despite the pain it caused.

"Jason Todd," he said, "are you saying you can do reckless things but I can't because you worry about me more than yourself?"

Jason's expression turned defensive. "That's not—"

"Because that's exactly what it sounds like," Peter continued, his smile widening. "That's actually incredibly sweet in a totally messed-up, hypocritical way."

"I'm not sweet," Jason muttered, though he didn't move his hand from Peter's face. "I just don't like seeing you hurt."

"And yet you spent the last ten minutes paying very close attention to all my injuries," Peter pointed out.

"That's different," Jason insisted.

"How?"

"Because," Jason hesitated, clearly struggling to articulate something that wasn't easy for him to put into words. "Because you're alive. Because these are just bruises, not... worse. Because every mark on you is a reminder that you're still here, still breathing."

The amusement faded from Peter's expression, replaced by understanding. He knew about Jason's history, about his death and resurrection, about the scars that went much deeper than skin.

"Come here," Peter said softly, tugging Jason closer until their foreheads touched. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You can't promise that," Jason replied, his voice rough. "Neither of us can."

"No," Peter agreed, "we can't. But I can promise that I will always do everything in my power to come back to you."

Jason closed his eyes briefly, his hand tightening almost imperceptibly where it rested against Peter's neck. "Good enough, I guess."

Peter smiled, pressing a quick kiss to Jason's lips. "Now, if you're done with your very thorough examination, I could really use a shower and about twelve hours of sleep."

Jason pulled back, reluctance clear in his movements. "Shower, yes. Then I need to check those ribs again and rewrap them."

"So bossy," Peter teased, though he didn't object when Jason helped him to his feet. "Will there be more kisses after?"

"Only if you behave yourself," Jason replied, but the look in his eyes promised that there absolutely would be, regardless.

Peter grinned, wincing only slightly at the pull on his bruised jaw. "I'll try, but no promises. You know how I am when you get all protective and caring."

Jason rolled his eyes, but Peter didn't miss the way his expression softened, the way his hands were gentle as they guided him toward the bathroom. "Yeah, I know exactly how you are. A complete disaster with no self-preservation instincts."

"But I'm your disaster," Peter pointed out cheerfully.

"God help me," Jason muttered, but he was smiling now, the tension from earlier easing from his shoulders. "Yes, you are."

Later, after Peter had showered and Jason had checked and rewrapped his ribs with careful, methodical movements, they lay together in Jason's bed. Peter was tucked against Jason's side, head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"Thank you," Peter said quietly into the darkness. "For taking care of me. For the kisses."

Jason's hand, which had been absently stroking through Peter's hair, paused briefly before resuming its motion. "Anytime," he replied, equally soft.

And as Peter drifted toward sleep, body aching but heart full, he found himself thinking that while the bruises would fade by morning—another benefit of enhanced healing—the memory of Jason's lips against his skin, reverent and tender, would stay with him much, much longer.

#my fanfic #spideyhood #peter parker x jason todd #jason todd x peter parker #marvel x dc #dc x marvel

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